Poem composed after a trip to the dentist

Dentist, dentist, oh how I loathe

The things in my mouth you do shove

Prodding and picking at my teeth

Grinding away at the grime beneath

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Dentist, dentist, oh how I hate

The sounds made when at my teeth you grate

Rubbing pulling, the noise hurts my ear

Oh man, when this is over, I need a beer!

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